10/25/2009

There are no great men leftin the world; a winter tree devoid of leaf or birds, severalclouds captured in its branches.Who will answer our questions orpull the snow down? How will wefind the way back to the cold,shallow grave we were born in?

10/24/2009

Our voices, the window open, the difference between darkand light, I remember, someoneeating bread & fish with dryred wine late into the evening.Have you forgotten the room we ate in, the moonlit wallswe undressed for, our shadowsmoving like animals hunting,the sleep that killed us? Where are you dining now?